For Farid al-Din 'Attar
architects are the most convicted poets
their diagram becomes our practicum
they retrieve the heart its minarets & pinnacles
to sanctify the bodies' residence
in hypostyle & gable, mibran & muqarna -
on heights to free belief from any need
like the pistil-centered rays through the rose-window
transform the sun into something more pure than light
& the soaring angles at the sightlines of the ziggurat
suggest a perpetual departure - air-without-end
& spirit's in the arch, the hard vissour,
rewarding calculations & finding
cool spaces for the soul that breathes beneath
from plane to plane, stone to stone, flute to flute,
building gardens in the fire of god's vacuity
& feeling the cornerstones sponsor stories of desire.
so enter what you are: the horizon unseen by anyone.
the sun of my perfection is glass
wherein from seeing into being pass.
place re-places skin; succor's bodied in a building
inviting emotion to motion, moving room to room
to know rapture as an enclosed & infinite transparency
breathe the ease: be safe within the ziyyada.
for you are on foundations even on the windy roof,
where a dancer poses against the clouds
& as she raises her arms into an arabesque
the sky behind her falls in love with shapes again.
By Tim KeaneQLRS Vol. 4 No. 3 Apr 2005